Submissive Novels & Stories

I said with resignation. "What did I ask for?" Max raised one eyebrow. "Oh so you want to return the favor because I was nice to you?" "Isn't that what you really want?" Max smiled wryly. He suddenly licked the corner of my lips. "Just be my submissive girl." "That's all?" I asked for confirmation. "That's all you mean is not that simple, Skylar. Submissive means not to resist anything I tell you to do and not to disobey anything I forbid. It includes many things and is limitless, so it's not just 'that's all'. Do you understand?"

I growled again at him. “No. I am your servant. This my bedroom.” Conri narrowed his eyes at me as he let go of my doorknob and sauntered into the room, one slow step at a time. His eyes never left mine as he growled harshly, mixed with a purr. His dominant aura flared with the noise he was making, and my knees wobbled with submission. As his growling and aura got stronger, I could no longer keep myself upright and sunk to my knees in compliance, bowing my head and baring my neck to him. As soon as I was in a submissive state for him, his growl turned to a pure purr, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. He stood in front of me and ran his

Images flickered through my head, tall men in leather, women kneeling, scenes that felt both distant and strangely intimate. My mouth answered before my brain caught up. “Sub.” She studied me for a moment, unconvinced, then nodded. “And are you here to observe, or are you looking for a partner?” “Definitely looking for a partner.” She took two wristbands from a drawer beneath the desk and motioned for my hand. “This one means you’re a submissive,” she said as she slipped the white band around my wrist. “And this one means you’re available,” she added, fastening the black band beside it.

"It hurts? It's not even bigger than my dick, is it?" "Alessandro! Pl—please, it really hurts! Reduce the pace!" I shouted but he grabbed my chin roughly. "Do you even know what a submissive means?" "N...no." "You do whatever I say and take whatever I do to you without any objections, is that clear?" I nodded my head and he lowered his head to suck one of my nipples. "Nice. So keep quiet and don't utter a word. If you disobey I'll give you another punishment." He sassed and I trembled as he won't listen and stop using this fucking vibrator on me.

It’s why all his previous submissives came from his pack or became part of his pack. “Why didn’t you just let me die? Wouldn’t it have been easier just to let me die?” Those were the questions Cal found were the trigger to his temper. This female did something to his emotions that he wasn’t prepared for, and it appeared she could replicate to. “Listen to me well, little wolf. I have no interest in ever hearing you speak of dying again. Nor do I have any intention of explaining my reasons to you or anyone else. I look after what I claim as I see fit. I have claimed you as my submissive. As such, you will be grateful for anything

I ask, feeling her tense up. I can swear that she is, and that activates my predatory side, the one that knows that she wants something from me, and that I'm willing to give it to her, but I don't want her one night, I want her to be mine, to be my submissive, will she refuse? I don't know, but I have to try, I have to try to get her to give me her body, and her most desires, desires that I am willing to fulfill to the letter.

Then, she lowered herself to the floor in a submissive kneel, awaiting his next command. His brain was complete mush, and he struggled to form any coherent thoughts. His tired eyes glanced over to see her, obediently playing the role of a submissive slave. His ego swelled with satisfaction, believing that he had finally molded her into what he desired. “You’re dismissed,” his tone was inscrutable. “Thank you, Master,” Visenya replied. “I hope I pleased you well this evening and that you’ll consider my request. You do not owe me any favors, and I ask nothing for myself, only for others.”

I ask her. She nods. “Say it honey, I need you to say it with your mouth” I tell her. “Yes, Mistress,” she says firmly. “I'm here to be your submissive.” “And what is a submissive??” I drawl. “A submissive is an owned girl, property of a dominant,” she replies. “Good girl,” I smirk. “Now, what does a submissive do?” “To serve their masters or mistress,” she replies with no hesitation. “Good girl!” Then I touch her ass softly, causing her to inhale sharply as my nails scratch her skin.

"Do you agree to that?" She pushed her ass back into his hand. "Yes, sir. All of it. You're in control." He slid a finger between her ass crack, toying with her dark hole a moment before slipping his finger further down to her wet slit. "I'm now the master, and you're my submissive. I make all the rules, and you will obey them without hesitation. I trump everyone else, even your mother, especially your mother. Agreed?" She nodded, moaning slightly as she felt his finger toying at her entrance. "Yes, sir. I'll obey only you in everything."

Section Three: Submissive’s pledge I will do my best to serve my Mister. I will work hard to correct any insecurities or inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve him. I will grow as a person. I will maintain honest and open communication. I will reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without fear of judgment or embarrassment. I will bring him any wants and perceived needs of mine. I will not hold past mistakes against him. I will always trust him. My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward makin